Uh... salary and you'll get it," he said, smiling broadly at her."Price? Price!" Elaine almost screamed at him. Her hands itched to slap him across hi... grinning face. Even the cheep ten dollar whores off Pennsylvania Avenue didn't have to listen this kind of shit."Hey, I'm sorry if I got you mad somehow but we both know the kind of racket -" Sam began as he sat up in bed and looked curiously at her.This was a new kind of reaction to the old proposition. He'd never met a girl quite like Elaine. I tasted it, sucked it and masturbated imagining her naked on my bed. I ejaculated on my hand itself and applied my sticky cum on its handle then went to return her. She was shocked to see it. I told her it is sticky. She was unable to answer. Taking a pause she told that it was her hair oil.Now my cum was on her hand. Seeing that my dick was again hard. Somehow I hide it.For whole day her bra and panty used to be on terrace rope. Every night I used to jerk while tasting it, wearing it and. ..ahh....I couldn't help but lie put a few fingers in my throbbing core to ease myself.I was furiously rubbing myself and my pussy was literally dripping juices. I didn't realise when I sat on the bed, but I did.I was rubbing, pinching my now swollen and pink pussy. As i thought about him and his hard cock throbbing in his hand looking at me, I mauled and mutiliated my clit. My vision was starting to blur and I started screaming and rode out my orgasm thinking about my tattooed prince working. It was already pretty late when we got to her house. We talked a bit more, and both headed off to bed. I fell asleep in my boxers because I was to tired to unpack my pyjamas. A few hours later I felt a soft hand on my limp cock, "what the fuck!". She placed her her finger on my mouth, and whispered in my ear, "stop pretending, I feel you get hard by the second". She rubbed my cock up and down a bit, while pressing her body against mine. She was wearing flannel pyjamas, so I could feel.